I am getting used to the foibles of my fellow residents at the retirement community, in Independent Living.
The nosy neighbor who moved to Assisted Living, is fiercely hanging on to the relationships and associations
that she has in Independent Living.
Although Assisted Living has its own dining room,
every chance she gets she is someone's guest in the INdependent Living dining room, so I see her at lunch and dinner.
And then there's the happy hour that she runs on my floor.
Yes, even though she has moved, she still runs the happy hour every week
and she still implores me to come back to it. Shudder.